Wrong Planet

I seem to be on the wrong planet Not 100% sure how or why I'm telling you this truely You know I would not lie I left my spaceship briefly And soon began to cry What kind of planet lets bullets wiz about People dying for their God If that's what their God wants I'd rather pray to sod I crane my neck, I scratch my head I look to find some reason Perhaps on this planet so alien It's people hunting season I guess I'll have to chalk this site out No intelligent life I see No one on my world, I trust Would ever believe me I think I'll snatch a sample, Of this race so wild O'sama is my choice So typical a child Gods that demand murder Are unkown on my home And if it takes 10,000 years I know that I must roam To find the answer to this puzzle And hopefully end this poem I've seen slug-creatures with more morals I've seen craters on many a moon But if I ever come back here I swear it'd be too soon.